Hey guys! This is the first chapter of my new fanfic, it's suppose to be a little scary right now, but it won't be until you get further in the story! Review please (:

"Hey guys!" a smiling Punk Princess said as she greeted her friends, all circling around a dying bonfire.

She took a seat in the cold sand, right next to Randy, who smiled at her.

"Just in time for the bonfire," he softly said.

Ashley smiled at him. Randy was attractive, but that doesn't mean she likes him. Maybe a crush..but..

The breeze began to blow towards the bonfire, which blew it out.

"Ugh my hair!" Maryse bragged, as she tried to fix her blonde locks.

"Aw man, I spent forever trying to get this damn fire to work," Punk mumbled, kicking the burnt wood.

"I'm hungry," Jeff groaned.

So much for a late night bonfire..

"This blows, we've been here on the beach, at night, with no bonfire, for two hours, and we haven't done anything!" Kelly complained, crossing her arms around her chest.

"Well let's tell scary experiences about ourselves. Besides it's dark so it will be even more scarier," Randy suggested.

Ashley smiled to herself. Randy always came up with the great ideas.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"So who wants to go first?" Candice asked.

"I vote Ashley!" Torrie said.

The Dirty Diva was in shock.

"Me? No, no, no! My life isn't interesting.. Really.." Ashley insisted.

Chris rolled his blue eyes. "Come on, Ash, anything scary at least."

"Yeah," Matt agreed, "We are all dying of boredom!"

John laughed and said, "You don't need to entertain us by telling as a scary story, just flash your boobs!"

All the boys laughed in grief, but Mickie did the honors or smacking him in the empty head.

"Well..maybe one story," Ashley said.

Everyone huddled up to hear Ashley's scary story.

The Dirty Diva took a deep breath and began her die-hard story. "Well to make a story short.. I accidentally killed someone."

"WHAT?!" the 11 friends asked in shock.

Ashley knew this was coming.

"You murdered someone?!" Jeff asked angrily.

"YOU WHAT?!" Matt asked.

"EXPLAIN WOMAN!" Mickie urged, shaking Ashley back and forth.

"Guys, guys!" Ashley pleaded, "It wasn't a murder! It was an accident!"

"Well we are going to keep calling you're a murderer if you don't explain, now!" Kelly argued.

Ashley gave out an annoyed sigh. "Alright, alright! It started on a late night, about five years ago. I was driving under the influence. I was driving home from a hectic party and I admit, I had a few drinks. As I was driving home, I was really drunk. I was tired, I was dizzy. I didn't know I was driving home. As I was driving I remembered, feeling black out, not paying attention to anything on the road. I was on a free way for god sakes. Well I was drunk driving and I hit someone. The car I flipped over to the side on the road, and all I remember was it was completely smashed. It was so bad.. Oh my god. The next thing I remember was talking to the police at the accident. I couldn't understand or hear what they were saying. It was like I was dead. The driver of the car unfortunately didn't make out. However, the passenger did. Her hair was messed up and she has tons of bruises. She was a teenager about 14. She looked furious. I remember she was staring at me with pitched angry eyes. She told me she hated me for killing her mother. She wanted me to die. She told me I was going to regret this and I am going to die."

Everyone was in silent after Ashley finished her spine chilling story.

The Dirty Diva never thought this story would be brought up again. It was the past, and it still haunts her. She keeps trying to forget it but it just won't go away. She killed someone's mother, and the person might be coming for her.

"Doesn't it scare you?" Randy asked.

"Um well.." Ashley hesitated.

Randy stared into her trembling eyes. He was so nice, so caring. I guess when Randy was around everything felt better.

"I mean, doesn't it haunt you a little?" he asked.

"I..well, I get chills about it every now and then, but yeah it scares me," The Punk Princess admitted.

"That's freaky..what if that girl really means it?" Chris asked.

"Yeah..what if she really wants you.. dead," Torrie asked.

Ashley tired to laugh it off. "She's stupid, really. I'm not going to die. It was an accident, and she can't do anything about it."

Everyone looked at her with scared eyes.

The Sexiest of the Sexy rolled her eyes. "This is completely ridiculous. You guys actually believe that crap?"

"Oh shut up Maryse, it's kind of creepy if you think about it," Candice said.

"Creepy, creepy, yeah yeah. Who believes in that? Grow up guys, seriously," Maryse complained.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you died," Punk said.

Maryse let out a sarcastic laugh. "Haha..funny. You know what, this is embarrassing! You guys are here worrying about dying of karma or whatever! Well I think this is--"

Suddenly, someone's phone started to ring. The ring tone was haunting. It was wind chimes, with pauses every few seconds.

"Maryse, your phone is ringing," Ashley softly whispered.

Maryse quickly got the pink blackberry out of her Gucci bag. She look at the screen for a while. She kept looking at it, if she was seeing herself on T.V.

The wind chiming ring tone slowly halt to a stop.

Maryse made a weird, confused face. "Restricted Caller," she softly said, "Strange."

"Wow, Maryse, you got a weird ring tone," Matt said, taking a long drink of his soda.

"That's the strange thing. That isn't my ring tone," Maryse said.

You have one new voicemail.

Everyone turned their eyes on Maryse's phone.

Maryse quickly got her phone, calling her voice mail right away. Her fingers were shaking as she put her phone on speaker.

Everyone was silent, anxious to hear the voicemail.

This must be a stupid prank call…

Ashley waited anxiously. This has to be a prank call. How stupid can this get?

You have one new voicemail. New voicemail..

"Oh my god! Someone call 911! Maryse.. I think she's dead!" someone's voice shouted

The phone line grew silent. Maryse quickly hung up the phone, with a pale, frightened face.

Everyone's eyes were watching Maryse, as she looked down.

"Maryse..are you really going to die?" John asked.

Maryse nervously laughed. "This is completely ridiculous. It's just some prank caller, telling me I'm going to die. Yeah..right."

The mood of the crowd was sullen and scared.

"Come on, guys, Maryse is probably right. It's just a prank call. Don't let that ruin our bonfire," Randy said to lighten the mood.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Maryse nodded too, but Ashley could tell by her face that she was worried.

The voicemail kept playing in her head. Could this phone call mean something?